***Nursie Note*** I know I promised to keep these short however this one does have merit... First of all, I would like to say thank you to my beta SuperRuss21 for picking up where my other beta and a really great friend of mine for almost 20 years left off... (She really neglected her beta duties but I couldn't blame her with two kids... and a life...) *lol* Nursie doesn't have one since she took a hiatus from her surgery job due to illness. AND NO it's not mental... although I never said I wasn't twisted... to answer one reviewer. =P
Ok, that said... heed the NC-17 warning with this one... I got a bit carried away. Hell, after my former ventures into Smallville and Voltron fanfiction... this may be tame. *lol* THIS HOWEVER will be the last bit until the weekend... (unless you ask really nicely... although, the chapters will be coming more slowly after we hit part 8, unless I have 9 & 10 done by then. I admit, I haven't started on part 11 or futher. They are outlined with notes and such. I do know how the story ends. AND all you Harry/Hermione people out there should too. =P If this is too graphic, let me know and I'll try to tone it down some. But I can't promise anything...
~Nursie
Part 6: Aftermath-
Ron's eyes were swollen. Madame Pomfrey was in a corner explaining what had happened to Ginny to their parents. Harry heard a shriek come from Molly Weasley as Arthur Weasley held her up and tried to question Tonks at the same time about Ginny's condition and whether or not his only daughter's assailant had been caught. Harry remained quiet. He didn't know what to say to Ron. He had seen the aftermath… Ginny lying helpless on the floor as he scooped her up, blood running everywhere, down her bare legs… her arms and face, her clothing in tatters. Throwing his robe over her half exposed chest as he flashed a look at a horrified Hermione, he briefly recalled shifting Ginny's weight in his arms running the best he could towards Madame Pomfrey and the hospital wing. Hermione on his heels, he remembered vaguely as Professor Warren addressed the crowd yelling obscenities at them unlike any teacher he had ever heard. He recognized Snape's cold voice relieving her of refereeing the curious onlookers but not before Willow had practically blamed everyone of them for Ginny's harm, yelling at them… telling them how ashamed she was to teach such atrocities and how they probably all watched as Ginny was ravished and beaten. It ended up taking Professor McGonagall and Tonks to finally pull her away physically before she threw off her robe and slammed it onto the floor as hard as she could, walking briskly away from the situation.
Harry knew she would have to answer to Dumbledore and try explain herself. His worries were not with Willow however… he was scared to death about Ron and Ginny. He stole a look over towards were he knew Ginny was lying then found a speck of something on the ground and forced himself to stare absently at it. The Weasley's voices muted out of Harry's brain as he aimlessly thought of Ginny and how to talk to Ron.
"I'll kill whoever did this." Harry heard Ron's hoarse weakened tone and looked up with his head still tilted towards the ground. "It's not enough that her first year here she has to deal with that Riddle fuck head, now… Now I can't even say what has happened to her Harry. Someone has hurt my sister, my only sister. Inside and out. I'm supposed to protect her Harry. I'm her big brother."
Harry straightened his head up and forced himself to finally look Ron in the face. Seeing it pinkish and tear stained, he found himself at a loss for words. What was he supposed to say? He would gladly restrain the madman responsible while Ron beat him senseless.
Should he say that? Looking at Ron he knew he had to say something. He glanced down at his arms noticing some of Ginny's dried blood. What had made her bleed like that? He hadn't seen any open wounds… Maybe they were covered by what little clothes she had draping her. Harry felt tears well up in his own eyes and he reached out for Ron's hand.
"I'll hold his arms behind his back… You just make sure you hit hard and don't miss." With that, Ron gave Harry a weak smile and Harry squeezed his hand.
"I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE DUMBLEDORE!" Willow screeched pacing violently around the headmaster's office. "Why didn't you tell me this was going to happen to Ginny?"
"I can not take credit for my future self my dear Willow." Dumbledore said softly. "I dare say… I have made a few mistakes here and there."
"Mistakes… You call them mistakes?"
"Well yes Willow… I am human after all… although there are rumors that would contradict that. A few of them I even started myself." His eyes twinkled.
Willow glared at Professor Dumbledore, took a deep breath and opened her mouth to speak. "What am I doing here… I feel like I'm screwing up everything. You shouldn't have sent me here. I don't know how I am supposed to help. Or what I'm even doing… I'm no teacher."
"You knew this assignment would be difficult Miss Potter. However, you are the only person suitable for this particular job. You have both the talents of your father and mother… and extensive knowledge of Hogwarts. If I am not mistaken, I would be right in concluding you have brought your father's map and cloak…" Dumbledore paused breathing deeply, he closed his eyes paused for affect then spoke again. "You had to come for the greater good."
Willow briefly thought of her possesions and how the map was no longer one of them. She couldn't remember the last time she had seen it... and she knew better than to think it just got lost somewhere in time. Her insides started to knot as her mind wandered to where she came from. She heard Dumbledore clear his throat and snapped back to were she was.
"Ahem... is there something you're not telling me dear?" The headmaster inquired.
Willow shrugged it off and decided to attact from a different angle. "The greater good? Look Professor… My parents are both dead in the future. I've been hiding from Deatheaters my whole life and among other things... and now… Looking at my parents I can't imagine how I was ever born. If my father died before I was born and this happens before his Hogwarts graduation… then how can I be? They don't have time to marry let alone think about me."
"Um Willow dear… it's not exactly rocket science if you think about it."
Willow flashed Dumbledore a haughty look and stopped pacing circles around his office. She stopped next to Fawkes and brushed a hand on his tail feathers. The Phoenix hummed softly and cocked it's head at her. The other hand went to her wand… her father's wand… the one her mother had made sure to keep safe… the one the man in front of her had handed her along with her mother's time turner.
"Honestly Professor." Her words had softened. "I don't think I will come to be. If that happens… then within a few months, I'll just disappear as if I never existed."
~How do you know that isn't better than all of this? What if he finds out you came?~ Willow blinked hard to shake off her thoughts.
"Ah yes… Miss Potter… but you must have faith. Your parents are teenagers now. And they love each other very much. They remind me quite a bit of your grandparents, James and Lily."
"Did you ever wonder what it would be like for me? I never met my father… Knowing what I know and being in the same space as him now… I can't explain it. I wonder if he can feel what I am to him."
"I know you went to him over the summer Willow. You can't hide much from me."
"Oh really… was I not sent here to try and teach my father Occlumency?"
"And doing a wonderful job I think." Dumbledore arched his brow.
"Do you know that he got into my memories? He saw the night my mother died." As skilled as she was in Legimens and Occlumens… She was no match for the great wizard before her. She conceded, telling him what had happened although not everything... she still hadn't let herself think about how Voldemort had spoken to Harry... a memory doesn't do that. She shuddered.
"What have you told him?" Professor Dumbledore sat down in his chair and folded his hands on his desk curiously; looking at Willow through his half moon glasses he smiled much the same as he did with Harry.
"I had to tell him about the memory. He thought he was dreaming… he thought he was having the nightmares again. That Voldemort was after Hermione."
"And you explained that it wasn't possible for your memory to be one of those dreams."
"As best I could. You told me not to tell him about his death but he saw Voldemort about to kill my mother. I didn't tell him the truth about that. I fudged it a bit. I told him Hermione took care of me after my parents died." Willow left out that she had told Harry that Hermione would also die.
"They cannot know about you… the exact truth of where you come from. That would jeopardize you being here. After all who needs that kind of pressure to perform?" Dumbledore's words were playful and Willow rolled her eyes in response.
"But as of now, they dance around each other… He will never admit he loves her. He feels that it's too risky."
"You should let that aspect run its own course. Simply look at it this way. You are here are you not." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled.
"What about Ginny then… will she be alright?"
"I cannot tell you what I do not know. You see… the parchment you carried with you when you arrived did not tell of what happened to Ginny. It only explained who you were and what I needed to know to believe that I would send you back here as I did."
"She was beaten… among other things and left to die. Who in this school is cruel enough to do such a thing to a student… especially Ginny Weasley."
"Ginny has been through a lot these past few years. She's a strong young lady. She will overcome what has happened."
"Overcome? I don't know why you think that women overcome being left for dead."
"There is a sick person here at Hogwarts. We must work together at finding the culprit. I do hope that you don't mind helping out with this as well as looking after Harry and Hermione."
"I would do anything for the Weasley's. You know that." Willow snapped. Her thoughts going to Molly Weasley as her heart swelled with love for the woman that cared for her in her mother's place.
Dumbledore smiled. "Well then… Has Hermione shown any signs of her healing ability yet?"
"That's what we were doing when Mr. Crevey came in. Hagrid saw her heal a unicorn today."
"Ah Yes… very good. Everything is right on track then. You should worry about the present for now. We will deal with the prophecy when the time comes."
"That's what I am afraid of." Willow whispered.
"My child… you have your parent's bravery, intellect and courage … a true Gryffindor. You will be victorious in your task."
"Then why weren't my parents." Willow stood, turned away from Dumbledore and left the headmaster's office.
Professor Dumbledore stared after her pondering her statement.
"I can repair the bruises and broken bones once she wakes up." Harry heard Madame Pomfrey speaking to Molly Weasley as she held her daughter's hand. "After we speak with her and she can describe what happened I can do more for her as I know more details." Madame Pomfrey looked at a loss for words.
"Oh… my darling Ginny…" Mrs. Weasley said faintly. "She's so young to have to deal with something like this. She won't become pregnant or anything of that sort… will she?" Mrs. Weasley stumbled around her words.
"I have already cast a charm to prevent any unwanted occurrences." The nurse said placing a hand on Molly's shoulder. She squeezed it compassionately, then checked Ginny's vital signs once more.
At that moment, Ron stood and walked over to his sister's side. "Where is dad?"
"You're father had business to attend to." His mother said shaking her head. Upon seeing the look in Ron's eyes she quickly added in a low whisper. "He had to go Ron… Remus sent for him."
Harry heard Lupin's name and joined them. Madame Pomfrey left them alone mentioning something about needing Professor Snape's help with an ingredient for one of Ginny's potions.
"The Order thinks someone has infiltrated Hogwarts. They think they attacked Ginny on purpose." Mrs. Weasley whispered.
"Was that why Tonks was here earlier?" Harry asked.
"I don't know. You children need to watch yourselves. I couldn't handle having any of you here as well." Mrs. Weasley dried her eyes with her sleeve. "Now… off to bed with you. It's past ten… and… oh bloody hell. Its just really late children. I'd like some time alone with Ginny."
"Alright then mum. I understand." Ron leaned down gently and kissed his mother's cheek. She let go of Ginny's hand and placed her arms around him hugging him tight. A second later she reached out an arm and pulled Harry into the hug as well.
"Thank you…" Ron said softly ducking his head and entering through the portrait hole to the Gryffindor common room.
Harry was startled for a second as he followed Ron. "What on earth for?" Harry questioned.
"For what you did for Ginny."
Harry placed a hand on Ron's shoulder. "I didn't do anything that a decent mate wouldn't do." Harry replied. "She's like my own sister."
Harry looked past Ron after that seeing Hermione for the first time in hours. She looked lost sitting there in an overstuffed chair staring into the fire.
"Where've you been?" Ron asked taking a seat next to her. Hermione shuddered when she felt his hand touch her arm gently. Noticing her jump, Ron looked up at Harry confused and despite his current situation more than a little concerned.
"Are you ok?" Harry asked her stooping down in front of her blocking her gaze into the fireplace.
Hermione blinked and tears spilled from her eyes. "She is my friend… Harry… I can't imagine what she went through."
"Ginny's going to be alright Hermione. You've had an awfully rough day. You should really try to lay down."
"No thank you. I wouldn't be able to sleep." Hermione shook her head. "Could you sit here… with me? Both of you?" Hermione looked up at Harry and Ron hopefully.
Harry glanced up at Ron, who stared at both of them. "I'm really quite tired." He said gloomily. "Harry will stay with you. I think I need to sort some things out alone." Ron started to walk towards the boy's dormitories.
Harry caught Hermione's eye. "I'll be right back… I'm not going anywhere." He lightly touched her hand as he straightened up and went over to Ron at the foot of the staircase.
"It's you she needs Mate. Not me. I'm not the one to hold her and say all that lovey dovey stuff she needs to hear right now. She's scared Harry… She needs to feel safe and last time I checked… You were the hero of this story." Ron gave Harry an encouraging smile. "Go on then." He urged him pushing Harry's shoulder lightly causing Harry to stumble down one step.
Harry smiled as he watched Ron disappear into the hallway leading to the dorm rooms. "Thanks Ron." He whispered somehow knowing Ron had heard him.
He was back at Hermione's side in a flash. He sat down next to her and she looked over at him feeling the cushion dent next to her as his weight distributed throughout the couch.
"You didn't have to stay you know. If Ron needs you more…"
"Shh…" He put a hand over her mouth. "He's had a dreadful day too. I think he needs to be alone to sort himself out."
Hermione nodded agreeing with him.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Harry asked trying desperately to ignore how close she was and how romantic the fire lit up the room.
"Did you see her eyes Harry? I'll never forget her eyes." She shivered.
Harry looked around for a blanket. "Are you cold?"
"A little." Hermione shrugged. "But I'm fine really at least physically. Which is more than we can say for poor Ginny."
Harry boldly wrapped an arm around her. Feeling her relax after a few moments he pulled her closer so that her head rested on his shoulder. "I saw her eyes." He stated simply.
"She'll never be the same. You know that right."
"What I don't know is where all that blood came from. Did you see any open wounds?"
Hermione shifted awkwardly and Harry felt her breath stick in her chest.
"You know why she was bleeding so badly don't you. I really don't want to know do I?"
"Harry… just stay here with me… When I think about it…"
"When I think about it… all I can think about is what if it had been you." Harry heard himself say.
"I've been in here thinking the same thing since I left the hospital wing..." Hermione squeaked. "I wish it would have been me instead of Ginny."
"Don't say that… I would have died if it had been you." Harry replied.
"Harry, Ginny is so fragile and small. Her body couldn't have been able to handle what was happening to her."
"You don't know what I went through at the ministry two years ago when Neville and I thought you were dead. I had just lost Sirus… and losing you would have killed me…"
"You don't understand Harry… Ginny is a brilliant witch… she's just so little… Magic she could handle… She would have had a fighting chance in a duel."
"I guess I wouldn't understand… I just know she went through something terrifying."
"You do not know the half of it Harry."
"Why don't you help me understand then? I want to help Ginny as best I can."
"What do you want me to tell you?" Hermione asked as she rested her cheek on Harry's shoulder again.
"I know Ginny's been hurt… I saw the bruises… I'm just not used to seeing that much blood." Harry shuddered. He had seen many horrifying things… but the vacant expression in Ginny's eyes and all the blood… That made his bones rattle with the mere memory.
"She was raped you know Harry…"
"Someone forced her to…" Harry's words stuck in his throat. He knew this… but he hadn't let it sink in. He had to be strong for Ron… not allowing himself to think about it until now. But now, just talking to Hermione, the magnitude of the attack began to stir up some well hidden emotions.
"Someone forced himself on her. Rather violently it appears. That's where all the blood came from."
Harry looked down at his arm again, remembering the dried blood he had washed off hours ago. "You mean… I had her…" Harry couldn't say the words. He knew what happened when girls had sex for the first time. He wasn't dim by any means. He had even listened and learned a fair bit during Muggle Health. However, none of his knowledge would allow the inner workings of his brain to send the impulse of speech to his vocal cords. At that moment, Harry felt like the biggest prude in all of Europe.
"Ginny was a virgin. You had her innocence on your hands. That's why I couldn't stay in the hospital wing. I saw the blood and I just knew what had happened. Who ever it was, must have been very animalistic. She was torn apart."
Harry gulped realizing how close his hand was to her chest just hanging there draped over her shoulder his finger twirling small circles just above the swell of her left breast. He suddenly became rigid and ceased all movement, including breathing. It might have been comforting to Hermione, and she probably hadn't minded, he reasoned, but panic shot through his entire body like a bolt of lightening from head to toe. He hadn't even bothered to ask if he could place his arm around her.
Hermione noticed Harry change in body language. Biting her lip to change the thought she was about to address, she pushed back a bit from Harry's chest to look him in the eye.
"Are you alright?" She asked noting the green color quickly tinting Harry's features.
"Are you?" He choked trying not to make her uncomfortable. His only thought was that he was a member of the opposite sex and that Hermione was a girl… he prayed she wouldn't associate him with someone that would do such a horrid thing.
"I am always fine when you're near me Harry." Hermione replaced her head and rested her hand on Harry's thigh. Her fingers moving softly across the fabric of his Quidditch pants. She had forgotten he was supposed to have practice that evening and evidently so had he.
Happy with her answer, feeling satisfied that she would have told him if he were being too forward, he relaxed leaning back onto the overstuffed cushions adjusting his position in order to stretch out his legs.
"What do you mean by tear? Did he cut her open?" Once again, Harry not being able to get over the self embarrassment of sounding like an ass a second ago now tripled that feeling. He felt utterly lost and rather undereducated for a human male of seventeen.
"You should pay more attention in Muggle Health Harry…you would have figured it out for yourself if you had." Hermione sighed as she breathed out. "Men can be such babies…" She said noticing Harry turning slightly green around the gills. "Think about it… " She gave him a look and his eyes grew wide with realization.
"You mean… er down… between her legs?" Harry stumbled through his sentence. "I hadn't realized girls tear like that. Does that always happen?" Harry paused the motion of his finger his face turning the color of his robes.
"You ask me like I know such things Harry. I just listen in class. I don't have any first hand knowledge." She sighed. "Books… cleverness remember." She smiled and breathed in the smell of his soap and looked at his chest where her head rested. She observed that the drawstring on his crimson robe was loose and she began to twirl it with a finger.
"I didn't mean to imply anything. I was just wondering is all."
"It's true Ginny's had more than a few boyfriends but she hadn't ever had sex…." Hermione gasped at her next thought and looked up at Harry's face. "You don't suppose one of them did this to her… for wanting to wait."
"Hermione… I can tell you this much, what happened to Ginny was not about sex. I personally wouldn't want to…er… you know… if it were like that. She was left for dead. I think that was more of the objective. The person responsible did what he did to make a point. To scare us… to show us what he's capable of."
Hermione seemed content with Harry's answer. She scooted even closer to Harry, wrapping herself in his arms. Harry felt if she were any closer she'd be in his lap and he smiled into her hair as he rested his cheek on the top of her head closing his eyes.
They rested like that for some time, Harry rubbing Hermione's shoulder with the palm of his hand and just staring into space thinking of how wonderful it felt to have her there in his arms and safe. The only movement occurred when Harry kicked off his boots and placed his feet up on the coffee table while Hermione drew her legs up and over him once he was comfortable.
"Harry…"
"Hmmm?" He responded.
"This is nice isn't it? Being in here alone and not having to talk."
Harry took in the smell of her hair. "Then why are you talking?" He teased.
"Silly git." She giggled, the arm across Harry's waist slid dangerously into his lap and she began to rub his stomach.
Harry tensed for a moment before reminding himself who it was that had just grazed the head of his equipment through the thin layer of tan colored material. His heart pounded and his nerves jumped. He was sure Hermione had noticed his stiffness, whether it was how straight his backbone had suddenly become or the fact that said equipment was now only centimeters to the right of her fingers.
Harry groaned inwardly. First at his body's reaction to her and secondly at it's timing. He was so horrified she would see the protrusion in his Quidditch pants that seemed to point like an arrow right at her. He watched her fingers work with her eyes closed.
~Is she sleeping? ~
His mind was racing. Not thinking about what had happened to Ginny any more, more so about what Hermione was doing to him. He was growing excited to his utter dismay at his physical response to her and any second now, she would know. What she would know Harry had no clue. He was only sure she would figure out something. He had to figure out something. He bit down on his lip hard and scanned the room.
"It's getting late." He said grabbing her hand that was rested on his stomach. She winced at him then gave him a confused look.
"Are you bored?" She tilted her head to look up at him pulling her hand away from his grasp, it landed with a thud in his lap and Harry jolted forward in response.
"Er… not really." His voice was very much off key and radiated with short grasping breaths. His face went red and Hermione's eyes grew wide realizing what she had done.
"Oh Harry! I'm…" She slid out from his side straddling him each knee pushing into a cushion at opposite sides of him. 'I'm so sorry!"
Harry leaned back into the cushions behind him.
"I'm not the only one not listening in Muggle Health now am I?" He swallowed the lump in his throat as the grazing pain subsided a little into a dull throb.
"I didn't realize I was so close to your.. Um… to it."
"I'll be sure to pass along the message." Harry replied sarcastically his voice returning to normal.
"I can pass along my own sediments thank you." Hermione snapped back, grabbing Harry's face and leaning into kiss him.
Before Harry realized what she was doing, her mouth had touched his in a simple sweet kiss that made his hands fist into the stuffing of the sofa.
She pulled back seeing Harry's wide eyes staring back at her.
"Hermione… what are you doing?"
"Oh… just shut up Harry…"
"No… what are you doing?" His arms went up and his hands grabbed onto her shoulders.
"I don't want what happened to Ginny to happen to me. I want to be able to look back on it as something special."
"So you're going to molest me?" Harry arched an eyebrow. "Hermione… I'm your friend. Don't you think we should talk…about…"
His sentenced was lost in another kiss. His feelings for her rushed back to the forefront of his mind and he allowed her to kiss him. Before he knew what he was doing, he caught his tongue tracing her lower lip trying to enter her mouth. He felt the familiar stir in his groin as he sensed her sit down on his lap. Just as he felt the pressure of her sitting on him and her tongue reach out to touch his, he gently pushed her away.
"Hermione… you really aren't thinking straight… It's me Hermione… you know… Harry."
"I know." She breathed and wiggled a bit on top of him feeling his immediate response and making him react with a primal groan. Her eyes grew wide again. "Did I do that?" She whispered.
His emotions were cluttered. On one hand he had dreamed of this for a while now… years even… but being the chronic good guy he was, he didn't know if his conscience would allow him to take advantage of the situation. She rocked herself against him, only a few layers of clothing separating them and he jerked up involuntarily with the thought. His eyes narrowed intently… he was going to give her one more chance to change her attitude or else he wasn't going to be held accountable for his reaction.
"Hermione…" He hissed with heavy lidded eyes watching her hands trace down his face and rest flat on his chest.
"Yes Harry?" She sat back a bit, arching her back, pushing more so into Harry's lap and he felt her every move against him. He bit his lip hard to keep his wits about him.
~ ok… That didn't count… she still has one more chance. She doesn't understand what she's doing… ~ He reasoned with himself, however the voice in his head was back.
~This is Hermione you git… Since when does she do anything she doesn't understand…~ He grimaced at the voice inwardly clearing his throat to speak.
"Care to fill me in on your little plan here? I can't say that I don't enjoy it… but don't you think we should…"
~ Bloody hell… Harry… she sitting on your lap for Merlin's sake… isn't this what you've been waiting for? ~ Again there was that voice.
His resolve was failing. He sat up closer to her placing his face in her neck smelling the fresh scent he had grown to associate with her. He wanted to kiss her neck, to bite her and cause a rather scary bruise. Yet Harry forced himself once again to stay still and wait for her to answer.
Hermione closed her eyes, she had hoped Harry wouldn't question her. She had been thinking about this all day. Well almost all day… since she had seen the vacant expression inside Ginny's eyes. She didn't want something like that to happen to her. Not the first time. Any time after that she would be able to handle… She had fought through all of Harry's ordeals in the past and she knew she was a moving target… much the same as Ginny was… but the first… She wanted that to be Harry. Even if he didn't like her like that. She was almost desperate now, for everything she had ever done for Harry in the past six years, this would be the only thing she would ask for in return... She sighed loudly once she figured out that Harry was being his clueless self.
"Harry… you said yourself you didn't find me ugly… don't you like me?" Harry could hear the way her voice quivered at the question. She sounded sorrowful and embarrassed at the same time.
"Hermione… of course I like you. And I don't think you're ugly… I find you quite nice to look at." He gulped hard afraid to say what his true feelings on that subject were while trying desperately to picture Hagrid wearing a ballerina costume.
"Then what's the problem." She ran her hands down his chest over his stomach and placed them between her legs feeling him jerk, she began to touch the raised material as if she were petting Crookshanks.
"Hermione… in about two seconds, whether or not I like or how pretty I find you, won't matter. I'll have done something I can't take back." Harry tried with little success to move and finding that he wasn't really trying very hard at all. His body was frozen in place while he cursed himself for allowing Hermione herself inside his head to become his conscience.
"It's ok… I… I …" Hermione stammered her sentences bewildering Harry further for he had never known her to do so… He had never seen her quite this inarticulate. "I want you to."
"You don't know what you are saying… The trauma of seeing what Ginny went through is too much for you to handle right now." The years Harry had lived with his aunt and uncle had been pounded into his being. His self esteem was at an all time low and he didn't see how anyone would want to be alone with him let alone what Hermione was suggesting.
Hermione, as if reading his mind and needing to take him out of his head fast grasped him hard through his clothing. "I suppose you're thinking straight as well? I can feel what I'm doing to you Harry. You must like it on some level."
When she grabbed him, Harry took in a sharp breath through his clenched teeth. He control faltered completely and his only hope was that he'd find it before he regretted his actions. His arms wrapped around her waist and she found herself flat on her back against the cushions before she even realized she was now beneath him.
"Don't say I didn't warn you." Harry hissed losing every ounce of self control as he looked down at her finding courage from the savage look in her eyes.
Hermione's hands went to his pants button as Harry loomed over her kneeling on the couch. His hands went to her wrists.
"Not yet… there's time." He whispered finally allowing his instinct to take over. He leaned in, his elbow carrying much of his weight as he placed it on one side of her. His hand combed through her wavy hair that was now fanned out over the cushions under her head. He bowed his head down to kiss her finding her mouth waiting and ready. He felt teeth clashing together as each of their tongues wrestled for dominance. His other hand rested on her right hip and slowly worked upwards onto her waist taking with it the tail of her white uniform shirt slowly riding up her ribcage. He raised it enough to see her white bra, noting that she only had the three middle buttons fastened.
~ Wicked little witch…~ He thought wildly.
Then he bit at her bottom lip ending the kiss so that he could watch what his hand was about to do. Above all, he wanted to see this… Hermione too looked down at her chest as Harry's hand disappeared underneath her shirt. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers wrapped around her over the lacy material.
Harry released the breath he had been holding when his palm and fingers closed around her flesh. Nervous and elated, he slowly tried to memorize the curve of her body with his hands like a blind man would do. His heart beat quickened and all rational thoughts ran swiftly from his mind.
"You can take that off Harry." She urged him.
It took Harry a moment to answer as her words sank into his hard skull. The realization that Hermione actually was more than willing to… to… His words came out fast as he cut off the last of his thought and he hoped they weren't jumbled. "Here? In the common room."
"No one's here silly. You want to don't you?"''
"You can feel how much I want to." Harry answered her, his voice raspy and laced with lust, pressing his hips into her and finding he liked how that felt… He leaned once more into her kissing her again. He compromised, his hand pushed the lacy material down exposing her right breast holding the material in the underside crease of her rounded flesh. His hand ran down and over her hard protruded nipple and finally he felt skin to skin contact slightly pinching the erect ball between his first two fingers trying to remind himself that this was reality.
"This is real, right Hermione? I'm not dreaming again." Harry whispered almost breathlessly.
Hermione smiled gently. "Does this seem like a nightmare?" Her tone was nothing like usual… It had no sense of a person that knew what she was talking about… or had just done twelve extra rolls of parchment for homework… It was unsteady and unsure but clearly comforting.
His eye flashed open as his heart beat hammered in his chest. Her right hand slid off his shoulder where she had rested it and down over his hand. She pushed it down gently over her navel ring and past her uniform skirt just above her knee on her bare skin. Then while taking in a slow deliberate breath, she slowly started moving his hand upward placing it on her inner thigh then left it there.
"Here Harry… feel what you do to me." Her words were a whisper as her right hand moved softly over his hip, onto his bottom as it began to trace up his spine mercilessly and her fingers twisted into his messy hair.
Harry was dumbstruck. His fingers slowly vanishing under her skirt moving up towards where her leg joined her body. He moved his hand to the center over her knickers and reveled in the warmth. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, tracing the hem of her knickers around her leg. He snuck a finger under the fabric, feeling Hermione shift slightly, he found the source of her heat like a treasure he was searching for.
She was soft, like satin and fire radiated from somewhere. His finger guided by a wetness Harry found rather mysterious as he circled an opening so small he had to touch it or die trying. As his finger slowly descended into her, he heard her gasp and kick one leg over the top of the sofa. She was opening herself up to him and his heart, among other things, swelled with the meaning of it.
He couldn't describe the feeling of her beneath his hand as he shoved the thin fabric all the way aside, hearing a ripping sound, knowing her knickers would be useless now and roughly began touching her more aggressively. His finger slid out of her as he tried to recall the diagram in class of what girls were hiding between these wondrous folds of skin. Trying not to think too scientifically he wiggled his finger around trying to smear some of that slick wetness weeping from her to the rest of his hand. He barely fought the primal urge to bring his fingers up to his face and lick them to taste her, stopping himself out of embarrassment, and obviously not wanting to spend himself inside his Quidditch pants but inside of her. In his task to lubricate his fingers enough to drive another into her, he grazed a small rounded swollen bit of skin that made Hermione pull his hair hard, wreathe and tremble beneath him as she grunted out an unexpected moan of his name. Harry hadn't heard anything so pleasing in his life, he tried feverishly to make her do it again.
He licked her jaw line tasting the sweetness of her skin and the saltiness of her sweat. He raised his head and touched her forehead to his. "You like that do you?" His eyes were dark and menacingly wild, his mouth in an almost cocky grin. He heard himself and wondered briefly who was speaking.
Hermione was breathless, her chest heaved with the attempt to breathe from his increasing weight against her one bare breast. Enjoying the sensation of her exposed flesh against his chest, she dared not complain, and instead looked heatedly at Harry.
She nodded, catching his eyes. Locking them to his, she squirmed a bit trying to get him to repeat his actions. Harry's mouth swallowed hers as his tongue shot in. He surprised her by plunging his index and middle fingers into her as his tongue paralleled the action of his hand.
He felt her tighten around them… her eyes wide. His senses coming back a bit at her body's tension.
"Damn it Hermione… did that hurt you?" He pulled back slightly with an almost invisible line of saliva connecting their mouths from the kiss. His words were soft as he restrained his hand from moving, afraid to move in fear it would hurt her.
"I'm sorry… I didn't mean to… it's just that … and you feel so good… but you're so…" He fought to think of a word. Somehow, unyielding didn't quite describe the vice grip hold she had on his fingers. Just the thought and feeling of her soft walls engulfing his fingers made him grow even harder as he twitched against her leg. He tried to drown out the thought of his hard length enveloped deep into her welcoming womb. He'd probably be done before he was all the way in. He shrugged that thought off… no need to get himself anymore worked up.
"It's alright Harry… remember… I started this." She arched her back against his hand and without thought he withdrew and repeated working his hand once more between her legs.
"And now we'll finish it." He replied, breathlessly reveling in the feelings their actions were creating both physically and emotionally.
Both of Hermione's hands traveled down the length of his back and over his backside to the front where his Quidditch uniform pants were fastened. She had them undone and her hand inside before Harry recognized the feeling of her small hand wrapping around him. His eyes still locked with hers, his excitement growing tenfold with the revelation of skin to skin contact. He saw the amazement in her eyes as her hand gripped tightly around him. He gritted his teeth forcing out a groan as she pulled him out of his boxers. His naked flesh was now on her exposed thigh, her hand rubbing him steadily.
She grasped at the base as her brow furrowed and Harry wondered what she was thinking.
"What's wrong?" He asked timidly, this was no time to worry about his insecurities with size and inexperience. However, that was exactly what he thinking. No one but himself had touched him like this, at least never without clothing and he knew he had never been quite this hard. He had only been fifteen when Cho had caught him quite literally by surprise in the Room of Requirement. He hadn't been lying when he had described their first and only kiss as wet… however, the rest of the clumsy groping was a memory he hadn't told anyone… that awkward and embarrassing moment he would take to his grave. He fought his body's urging extra hard because of it, not wanting a repeat of such a thing… but…
It was almost painful. Every inch of foreskin was taut and he knew she could feel the small veins running through his length. He hoped he wasn't disappointing her, he had never really compared his size to other guys. Nor was that something they taught them in Muggle Health. If he had to, he would have called himself average but the look in Hermione's eyes was telling him she was definitely thinking something else.
"Are you still here with me?" He asked not sure if he wanted an answer, because right now, if she said she wanted to stop… He would have to finish himself off then and there and he wasn't particularly worried if she watched or not.
"Of course I am Harry… why would you think that? It's just…" She gave him a firm squeeze and he started to thrust painful slow into her fisted hand. Her hand skimmed roughly over his length, inch by inch which Hermione loved the feel of. She bit her lip as he jerked his hips slightly trying to add to the glorious friction.
~ Mmmmm…. Yes… Friction is your friend Harry. Bloody hell that feels amazing… oh Merlin yes… Wait… Where the hell did she learn that… That's it… Like that… ~
He breathed in through his nose and willed himself to slow down as he noted his movements becoming feverish. He didn't want to spend himself yet. One or two more thrusts like that at the most and he would come all over her hand instead of inside her where he wanted to be buried with her legs on his shoulders pumping hard and hearing her scream his name. He shook his head hard to expel that last thought for the same reasons he had slowed down his thrusts. As he wondered where he would have seen such a graphic display of shagging, he traced her lips with his tongue.
"What is it then?" He whispered in a voice he hoped didn't sound desperate.
Her hand had reached the head and she placed her thumb at the tip and circled the sticky fluid oozing from the tiny hole. Circling it around the ridge she reveled in the way it seeped out of the eye. She had never touched a bloke like this before… She had never been so bold as to stick her hand inside their skivvies. She felt the hard swollen length and the round pouch of skin beneath it patterned with wiry hairs.
She watched as Harry closed his eyes and enjoyed what her hand was doing for him. She bent her right knee pointing it towards the ceiling bringing it up to his waist. She could feel his pulse in her hand as she tried to bring him almost to the point of losing his control. She could feel his ministrations between her own legs and revealed in the flutters his fingers brought forth. A little hesitant after she had felt his two fingers work inside her, she was a fair bit apprehensive about replacing them with what she now held firmly in her hand. She continued to stroke him generously as she heard the wet sounds of Harry's fingers moving against the small bundle of nerves that would lead to her first ever orgasm that wasn't self induced. She wanted it, it was almost there, She fanned her legs apart madly as he worked her faster and then slowly, altering his tempo. She could tell he was straining against something and she wondered what it would feel like if he replaced his fingers with his tongue. At the very thought of that she felt the pooling of warmth in her tummy break through and she twisted trying to get his fingers as deep as they could go.
Harry stopped for a second, he let her ride out the wave cause by his fingers, until unable to fight the urge any longer, he removed his wet fingers bringing them to his face. He sniffed them curiously before touching one finger with his tongue then licking it testing the taste then sucking on it from knuckle to finger tip. He then traced his other finger over her lips smearing her essence all over her mouth. She instantly opened her mouth and began sucking his two fingers gingerly and he in turn bent his head down to her mouth and kissed her sloppily with his fingers still there trying with everything he had to taste all of her and kiss her senseless.
She could taste herself on his fingers, something she had never done before. She worked the palm of her hand over the tip as if trying to rub his excitement into his skin while Harry pulled his mouth away along with his fingers returning them to where they had been.
He rested his forehead on hers once more. She could feel the outline of his scare just above her eyebrow and she could sense his glasses were a fair bit off center.
He guided the palm of his hand angling it just so that way it rested lightly on the mound of brown curls covering where his two longest fingers were buried. With a flick of his wrist, his fingers left her insides and rubbed against the small folds of skin that hid the swollen bundle of flesh. He started slowly, stroking against it then entering her. Back and forth he had her head jerking from side to side. He tried to steady her by keeping his forehead against hers. The faster his fingers worked the more violent she got. She grasped at him hard against her thigh sizing him up once more with her hand.
"Harry…" She began, she figured she had better say something before she lost her nerve.
"Yes?" He answered breathlessly.
"You… you…"
"I'm what?" He teased finding himself once again building tempo pumping into her hand. She squeezed his head and he almost lost it. He blinked his eyes hard. "You do that again and I'll make a fair mess of your hand." He hissed biting at her lip. He certainly hoped that what he had said didn't offend Hermione. It had just came out… after seeing the look on her face he was practically glad he had said it.
"Harry… You'll… "
Harry lost all conscious thought. He closed his eyes, withdrawing his fingers slowly from within her noticing the pool of excitement rushing to catch up to his fingertips once more as she bit her lip to contain her scream. He couldn't believe he had caused her to do that twice in a matter of minutes and was amazed that he had controlled his own this long. He felt her shudder beneath him as he anxiously awaited the next step feeling her guide him towards her opening.
"I'll what?" He kissed her cheek softly trying to show her the affection his heart was aching with. He nuzzled her cheek with his nose.
"Harry… you'll be gentle won't you… I've never been with…"
He kissed her eyes, trying to calm her fears. He gritted his teeth and gathered his courage.
"Hermione… I don't know if I can… I'm new at this too… I wouldn't hurt you on purpose. Does that help?" He hoped that was a fair answer. He had told her the truth.
He felt the heel of her one foot slide on to his back digging into his flank muscles and move down under the waist band of his boxers touching his backside with the top of her foot kneading it with her toes and pulling them downward. She too seemed to be gathering her focus. "Alright then Harry… I… I'm ready."
She grabbed the base of him guiding him upwards through a triangular patch of hidden golden brown hair. He was right there, so near his utopia, the air around them smelled of firewood and sex…
He could picture her eyes in his head as he closed them to relish in the sensations that were racking through his body like a volcano. He felt extremely wet for lack of a better adjective as she clumsily rubbed him along the narrow folds of skin that suppressed her opening… he heard her breath hitch as she ran the tip of him against the hard bundle of nerves that reminded Harry of a on/off switch, down towards her entrance.
Her eyes…
She guided him into position… One push and they'd be joined together. His eyes closed, trying to let human nature take over, he slowly and painfully felt the walls of silken flesh start to give and enclose the head just a fraction of an inch inside, not enough to say he was inside her just enough that as she let go, he wouldn't fall out or bend.
He saw the look in her eye then. It wasn't lust or sexual in the least to Harry's dismay… in fact it had nothing to do with what Harry was used to in his dreams.
Hermione's eyes were full of terror and she didn't seem to be staring at him at all but past him.
Harry opened his eyes biting back a scream. The sensations rushed back to him as he realized where he was and what he was about to do. It took all the strength he had not jerk up hard and bury himself in her warmth. His eyes flew open and he saw Hermione's loving expression.
~What's that look in her eyes? Could it be love? Does she love me? ~
"Harry…" Hermione's body was flushed from of her exposed breast to her face and neck. Her face was full of something that Harry was rather unfamiliar with. He could only guess at what love looked like.
~ You allow me too much insight into your feelings Potter. Your father had a weakness for mud bloods as well. ~
Harry closed his eyes tightly and shook his head vigorously.
~ NO… Not now… get out of my head... GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HEAD… YOU MURDERER!!!… ~
His thoughts betrayed his actions.~ He'll kill her… he is going to kill her…~ He thought his mind back from the memory of Voldemort killing Hermione.
"Harry… please… what is it?" Hermione breathed fear searing through her as she saw the horrid look on Harry's features.
Harry started to panic. He leaned down quickly, so not to alarm her and kissed her softly on the mouth. Tears had sprang to his eyes as he pulled himself away from her warm body. His brain, as well as other parts of his anatomy cursing him to hell. He refused to close his eyes, in fear that the tears would spill over and Hermione would see him cry. His eyes stung with the sheer act of doing so and in the end, he finally blinked.
She waited expecting pain, but found a tear drop fall to her lips and the salty taste mingled with their kiss.
Harry winced at the pain he was feeling in his groin for doing what he had just done. He needed to explode, so he rubbed against her leg and kissed her as hard as he could.
Hermione was confused and tried to snake her hand down his body to place him reposition him but Harry just kept kissing her as he grabbed her hand holding it above his waist.
"Harry…" She whispered into his mouth. "I love you. I want you to."
"That's why I can't." He replied his voice shaky at best and entwining his fingers wit hers. He felt the sensations taking over again and he would have just gotten up and left her there, but he didn't want her to think it had anything to do with her.
Hermione sat straight up. Knocking Harry off of her and he sputtered onto the floor between the sofa and the coffee table.
"You'd rather shag someone that doesn't care about you. Is that it?" She screamed her voice shaking with both tears and hurt. "Would you rather I be a certain teacher?"
Harry felt the edge of the coffee table crack his skull. He pushed himself up on his elbow and looked down at his lap. He was hanging out of his shorts but thankfully soft again. He stood up, knowing bloody well Hermione was standing there glowering at him, tucked himself in and fastened his pants. He turned to her feeling his stomach drop out as soon as he looked at her.
"Do you know how much self control that took?" He choked out. "I couldn't do that to you. You don't understand." Harry paused stepping towards her. "I…"
Hermione stood up as well, raised her hand to his cheek and smacked him as hard as she could across the face hitting him dead in the mouth.
Harry touched his bloody lip, tasting the blood and watched her run as fast as she could, and as far away from him as possible.
To be continued…
Part 7: Ramifications-